::: Who am I :::

If I was sold for the things that break,
If my life is valued on what I do not make.
If I live under emotionals rules that I cannot relate, then who is there to deal with all the immature hate. Perhaps the X is safe to play, I can hide behind not knowing what to say. Just let ignorance have its way. Who am I, living so unattached-no image to latch-no past to catch, mixed in with this unbalanced batch. Who am I lost in this Patch waiting for someone to tell me I have a match.

Written by: ~ Sweetwords

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